The Foveaux Strait is said to be one of the worst ferry crossings on the planet. The Stewart Island Voyager, the name of our glorious vessel, had illness bags available in every seat. Before coming to New Zealand I had never gotten seasick, but all trends must come to an end… …this trend, thankfully, remains in tact for now because my voyages across the strait were fantastically smooth. We arrived Read the rest…
The second of January – ten days ago – feels like it was months ago. So much has happened in January so far and it is only the thirteenth. Some distinct highs and lows happened in January. Somewhere in the middle, however, lies my experience at Milford Sound. Milford Sound is most likely the biggest and most profitable tourist “must-do” in New Zealand. It is the Waitomo Caves of the Read the rest…
I arrived in Queenstown on December 21st and just left today, January 2nd. These twelve days were the longest I’d stayed in one place and slept in the same bed for the past two and a half months. And it was nice. I knew I wanted to slow down and enjoy my Christmas and New Years in a real city with real amenities. I didn’t know, however, that I’d find Read the rest…
“I’m a bleeping idiot.” Those were the last words out of my mouth before I lept off a platform suspended 143 meters (440 feet) above a canyon by a couple of lousy cables. Five hours earlier, I was sitting in a barber’s chair getting a much needed haircut. I knew I’d be hurling myself into a canyon later that afternoon, but I was surprisingly calm. I guess I had already Read the rest…
After Makarora, we Strayed to a pleasant little town called Wanaka. Only Evelien and I got off, but we ended up staying in different hostels. Our Stray paths will re-intersect in January. Wanaka is “Queenstown, Lite”. It is by a lake, surrounded by mountains, and lives off tourists and holiday travelers. Then again, lots of little towns rely on tourism. Heck, New Zealand’s number one industry recently became tourism. I Read the rest…
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